The Other Woman

The other woman

Has the time to manicure her nails

The other woman

Is perfect where her rival fails

And she's never seen

With pincurls in her hair



The other woman

Enchants her clothes with French perfume

The other woman

Keeps fresh cut flowers in each room

There are never toys just scattered everywhere



And when he comes to call

He'll find her waiting

Like a lonely queen

And when he's by her side

It's quite a change from old routine



The other woman

Will always cry herself to sleep

The other woman

Will never have his heart to keep

As the years go by

The other woman

Will live her life alone